Fake Family for a Halloween

Part 3

 The next day, when Sheila came home from school, she happily ran into my room. "Mom," she spoke. But when she saw that it was just her father there, she felt a little downcast.

"Hi, sweetie! How was your day?" It was a little disappointing to see such a sudden change in her mood, but there was nothing I could do.

"Fine, I think. Okay, I'll go to my room."

"See you at dinner!"

Sheila was already at the door, but she turned around and asked, "You know, Dad, we still need to do some preparations for Halloween, so I'd like to practice applying your makeup."

Her intentions were obvious. But I wasn't going to agree with her so easily. "I think we could spend some time on this before bed."

"Great!" Her mood instantly changed. "Only, I probably won't be able to do your makeup properly if it's you, Dad."

"So, you want me to change into a woman's outfit again?" I looked at her and twisted my mouth in displeasure.

"Well, yeah." Sheila lowered her eyes guiltily, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Alright! But I have one condition!"

"What is it?"

"You'll do all your homework before dinner!"

"Deal!" she playfully smiled. "You don't mind if I choose clothes for you?" I just nodded in agreement, and she immediately ran to the dressing room, where she spent a few minutes.

Sheila put all the chosen clothes on the bed next to my desk, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and happily ran back to her room.

A couple of hours later, after finishing work that I'd brought home, I looked at what I would be wearing tonight.

A classic white blouse and soft pink skinny trousers with flared legs. Of course, my daughter did not forget about underwear.

I took off my clothes and put on a pair of pink panties and a bra, then carefully, so as not to tear, I pulled on pantyhose that fit nicely to my smooth legs.

After changing, I went into the dressing room and selected a pair of matching shoes. Every time I came here, I was impressed by the collection of shoes and clothes that Olivia had amassed for herself. Although this was not surprising, as she put her heart and soul into it and worked very hard to ensure that her hobby would not put strain on our family finances. Smiling at my memories, I headed to the kitchen. It's almost dinner time, and I still need to heat the food up!

Sheila came down to the kitchen and said happily when she saw me: "Hi, Mom! You look wonderful today!"

"Oh, don't give me those flattering compliments! I know perfectly well that I don't look good!"

"You don't believe me?" she giggled. "Maybe you need a man's opinion? I can call Kristin and ask her and her father if they would like to have dinner with us." Sheila waited for my reaction with a smile.

"Don't you dare!" I said, feigning a little, but appearing like this in front of Arthur, was the last thing I wanted to do.

During dinner, Sheila talked non-stop, recounting the events at school in detail. After about half an hour, we returned to my bedroom, where my daughter made me sit down in front of my wife's dressing table.

Sheila spent several minutes closely examining my face. Occasionally, she would stroke her chin thoughtfully or shift her weight from one foot to another in an impatient way. "You know what, Mom? You've really messed up your face! Before we can start applying makeup, we need to do something about your thick, overgrown eyebrows."